Being In Love

I believe that when two people are in love with each other, you can see it in their eyes. The way they look at each other, the way they stare at each other, it’s all there. Their eyes are full of admiration, of attraction, of undying feelings for each other. Their eyes twinkle, their eyes are smiling. Even if they didn’t say a word about it, there’s this invisible thread connecting them two.

“I love you” isn’t what you think it looks like. It’s not romantic dates and holding hands.
“I love you” is taking care of someone when they’re blackout drunk and throwing up
“I love you” is popping back pimples and still kissing through the runny noses winter brings
“I love you” is drooling during sex and laughing together
“I love you” is being held while violently sobbing because of an anxiety attack
“I love you” is discussing what your morning breath smells like with each other
“I love you” is “I don’t want to but I will for you and only you.”
It’s all the good and the bad and the gross and the beautiful and ugly things about life and embracing that in each other.

Call me at 4 in the morning to tell me you just woke up to tell me you missed me. Count the freckles on my arm as you make pictures with them that look like elephants. Take me to the puppy store and let’s give every one of them names. Make me breakfast in the middle of the night. Take me to parks with perfect views of the sunset. Make me promise to text you when I get home. Hold my hand in front of our friends. Never let me forget our first kiss.
—  Ways To Say You Love Me
Being in love is a good thing, but it is not the best thing. There are many things below it, but there are also things above it. You cannot make it the basis of a while life. It is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling.
—  C.S. Lewis, “Mere Christianity”, [PG. 93]